But that is to his competitive advantage. It makes him resourceful, nimble, and independent.

Han Solo can fly planes. He can sweet talk his way through checkpoints. He can win games of chance with every single hand. Dammit. Why can’t my life be like this?

While others are condemned to being faceless slaves or footsoldiers, Han Solo breaks out and forges his own destiny—of his own making—by going, you guessed it, solo!

Except that Han Solo can’t do it alone. He needs a father figure (Woody Harrelson). He needs his childhood sweetheart (Emilia Clarke).

But the key theme of the movie is trust no-one.

The only person you can trust is yourself. Everyone else will betray, hurt, or desert you.

Much better to go, you guessed it, solo!

But Han Solo can’t do it solo. He needs a buddy to trust. Enter Chewbacca. A wookie. An alien, from another species!

Chewbacca is a great co-pilot—but he won’t solve your daddy issues or your lovesickness.

Han Solo’s conundrum is the conundrum of human existence!

Our choice is to be a faceless minion, another cog in the machine, with 2.5 kids and a mortgage. Or we can break out and go solo, only to be condemned to a life of isolation and loneliness.

If we trust no-one, we will never be hurt. But if we trust no-one, we will be alone.

I remember a few years ago, when I was seeing a counsellor, she asked me, “Who do you trust? Who do you confide in?” And that’s when I realised that, up until that moment, I trusted no-one. I was alone.